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The Notes and the Ring | richie tozier

"Exactly." He stated. She glared at him.

"I need you to shut up for at least two minutes so I can speak. Can you do that Richie? Two minutes?" She asked. He narrowed his eyes before signaling her to continue.

"If you're gonna ask them out, you need to actually converse with them. They love compliments on the small things so give them a few of those and then gradually build to flirting. Also, make sure you tell them that you love their (w/i). They hate that about themself and it would mean a lot if you told them you love it." She said. Richie stood still for a few seconds.

"(W/i)? Why? What's wrong with their (w/i)?" He asked. Beverly smiled.

"Now that's gonna get you somewhere." She said and patted his shoulder. She walked off as Richie sat down with his mind racing. Compliments, huh?

>> timeskip <<

It had been eleven days since Beverly had talked to Richie and he still hadn't even uttered a word to you. He had coughed up his allowance and hadn't talked about you, but seeing that he didn't make a move still disappointed her. She really thought he would do it this time. That was until you walked up to her with crossed arms and a smirk.

"You asshole!" You said with a laugh. Beverly adjusted her backpack and gave a smile.

"I'd love to agree but I can't until you tell me what I did." She replied. You rolled your eyes and placed five Post-It notes in her hand.

03/01/1989 I love the way your eyes shine under the sunlight

03/02/1989 I love how you bite your nails when you get nervous

03/03/1989 I love when you try to hide your laugh it sounds so much cuter

03/04/1989 Don't worry, you're (w/i) makes you even more attractive

03/05/1989 You're like, a genius! How are you so smart???

As she read the familiar messy scrawl, she realized what was happening. Beverly handed them back to you with a smirk.

"I'm still not entirely sure what I did. Would you be so kind and elaborate on how you stumbled upon these?" She asked with a laugh. You rolled your eyes.

"Well the first three were in my locker, but the other two were in my mailbox. Oh, and look at that! They're cheesy compliments. Any idea on how a secret admirer could have known I liked that?" You asked sarcastically. She shrugged.

"Nope. None at all." She replied. You groaned.

"C' mon Beverly. Don't be like this to me!" You playfully begged. She shook her head before dragging two fingers across her sealed lips, indicating she wasn't going to say anything. You sighed.

"Fine. I'll remember this Beverly!" You shouted as you walked down the hall. Beverly smiled before walking to her first-period class. Once she got situated she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled a few words on it. She passed it to the kid next to her and whispered Richie's name.

So you decided to go with the secret admirer approach? He rolled his eyes and wrote back.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh really? Because (Y/n) told me something that sounded a lot different than that

Richie rolled his eyes before crumbling the paper and stuffing it in his pocket. Beverly gave a light chuckle and redirected her attention to the blackboard.

>> timeskip <<

The Post-It notes continued for quite a while. The rest of the losers had found out and continuously pestered him to tell you but he constantly told them he had a plan. It didn't seem that way to anyone because it was now the end of March and he had made no verbal action. Yet still, he had "a plan". You, of course, had made several failed attempts to catch this sweet-talking sleuth, but he always seemed to change his schedules for dropping off the notes. Sometimes it would already be there when you got to school, sometimes it would be there after lunch, and there was even the occasional in between class slip. Today was March 30th and it was no surprise when you opened your locker at the end of the day to see an orange square drift to the floor. You picked it up with an automatic smile.

03/30/1989 You're curiosity never kills the mood. So I hope that you'll meet me at the bike rack tomorrow after school <3

You raised your eyebrows. You were finally going to meet him. After an agonizing month of not knowing anything, you were finally going to meet him! Clutching the sticky note, you began your trek home. Never had anyone seen you with a bigger, goofier, or brighter smile on your face.

>> timeskip <<

March 31st, 1989. Today was the day. It was going to happen. Today. You had purposely asked to use the restroom at the near end of class so you could be at the bike rack before him. And that's where you stood. Sweaty palms, chewing nervously at your fingers, and your back turned away from the entrance. Whether you wanted it to be a surprise or if you wouldn't be able to handle who it was, you didn't know. There was the sound of the bell and after a few seconds, the sound of stampeding feet. You inhaled sharply. He's coming any moment. He's coming any moment. He's coming any -

Someone cleared their throat. You exhaled. That's him. It all happened so fast. You turned around and saw who it was and instantly, just like every time you looked at him, your heart sped up, your throat got dry, and your stomach twisted itself into knots. Richie Tozier.

"Now, listen. Before you tell me to go fuck myself or something, I just need you to listen." He said. You gave a small smile and nodded. He let out a long drawl of breath.

"I like you. Like, a shit ton. I have for a really long time now and I just didn't know how to tell you, so I asked Beverly to see what you liked. I know that this entire thing is probably really fucking stupid to you and you probably don't even like me and, who knows, maybe you're thinking in your head what a fucking idiot this guy is. And you're right. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm an idiot for thinking someone like you could ever like someone like me. So now I'm rambling and have just made myself look like an even bigger idiot and I guess the whole point of saying all that was that I... I love you."

You stared at him, not responding. He stared at you, not continuing. The two of you stood, staring. It was like that for a few seconds (what felt like an eternity) before you finally spoke up.

"Richie, you are an idiot." You said with a smile. The last sliver of hope he had had had just slipped away.

"Yeah. An idiot. I-I've gotta go now. My p-parents are probably waiting for me." At this moment, he felt just like Bill. He turned away and fought back tears. Before he could leave though, there was a hand placed on his shoulder. You turned him around and tilted your head.

"You're an idiot for thinking I wouldn't love you." You replied. He stared at you, this time with awe.

"You're... You're serious? You really love me?" He asked, hope now very evident in his face. You laughed and nodded. He sighed.

"Good. I was beginning to think that it was pointless for me to get this for you." He said and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a silver ring. You looked at it and noticed that there was a small engraving on the inside.

03/31/1989 Richie's Love